"Got to wonder what I did to piss off them, then." Maybe she shouldn't have gone to that event last month. But she'd been invited, and so she'd gone. Not that Fagin would let her not go.

His hand on her knee is soft again, and it gets Nancy to angle her knees towards him better, just slightly parting them. But her lips are pursed as she looks down at Eames.

"Thank you. You really didn't need to do all that."